Just vibin'

JJK maybe; I write out of my own whims mostly; adult

[nyam-nanami]

Idk what I’m doing 

But here’s what I’ve written:

Morning Coffee (nanami x reader)

First Kiss (sukuna x reader)

Words of Comfort (Eso x reader)

[nyam-nanami]

I’d like to request a short drabble then if possible <3 I’d love to see an Eso x reader, maybe something with fluff and angst where reader is going through something difficult and Eso is comforting them <3

Thank u so much in advance! <33

You're very welcome! I hope you like this! ^^

Pairing: Eso x reader Genre: Hurt-comfort Fanfic type: drabble

Life hadn't been easy lately. Actually, it seemed anything but easy. Like life was intent on throwing whatever little things at you when you were already struggling with something else.

You just couldn't catch a break. Or so it felt.

Which was why you felt that you needed your space. Or maybe it was just about trying to get your emotions in order. Or maybe it was something else, you weren't really sure. But whatever was the reason underlying, you took a walk in the evening, just listening to crickets chirping and the wind rustling blades of grass under your feet.

The sounds should have been comforting. Relaxing... soothing.

But they weren't.

Your mind still wandered into everything that was going on in life, and it, just, wasn't... going. Nothing was going. Moving forward. It was as if you were trending in deep water, trying to move, but somehow the waves, the current, kept you still and away from the shore.

There was frustration in it that had settled onto your chest as a weight. Tears had started climbing up into your throat and you just... sat against a tree and closed your eyes, as if it would have hidden the troubles, along with the world, from you.

But it didn't. There was still the thoughts, swaying in your mind, along with the sound of the blades of grass dancing around you.

Though... there was... something else. Steps. Someone was approaching you with calm, collected steps. So, you peeked from under your eyelids to see Eso there.

"Hey," he greeted you with a hushed tone that seemed almost dripping. It was almost like he was feeling the way you did, with being dragged down by the weight of the world, and his eyes... there was a hint of... dare you say sorrow. But it was so faint, as if a whisper.

You had to wonder if anyone else would have recognized it aside of you.

Well, maybe Choso, or Kechizu. Maybe...

"Hey..." you greeted back with a hushed tone of your own as he sat down next to you. "Life's tough, ain't it?" He asked, with a hint of amusement in it.

"Yeah..." you tried to smile, but it was a sorry excuse of a grin that you managed.

"I get it. Life's a bitch and then you die," he chuckled, trying to joke. And you tried to laugh.

But he must've heard how it didn't really do the trick.

There was a moment of silence between you. Nothing to say, or perhaps wondering of what to say.

Until he broke that silence.

"Y'know... I don't know where I'd be without my brothers or you," he admitted. "And you all mean a lot to me. So I don't want you thinking that you couldn't come to me when life starts kicking."

There was a small pang of guilt going through you with his words, because he did want you to trust him enough to tell your worries to him.

"We're in it together, you and I," he continued while wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close.

He felt warm, sturdy and secure. Like a pillar who would catch you when you'd fall. And that warmth brought you comfort. It felt soothing and caring in a way like no other. Which was why you felt confident enough to say: "Thank you..." even if it was with a whisper.

"No need to thank me," he said, and there was, again, a hint of gratitude in his tone. He really did want nothing but the best for you.

Because you, you were the most important thing in his life.

[nyam-nanami]

Hello! Are you currently taking requests for short fanfics? <3 ty in advance

Hi!

I'll be honest, I'm very out of touch with the fandom, and I wrote the fics because of a couple of friends, so I haven't really even seen all the episodes of JJK. That being said, I suppose I can try a little drabble

[nyam-nanami]

Morning Coffee

You cracked open your eyes and saw sunlight filtering through the curtains. What had woken you, you didn’t quite know, but as the scent of freshly ground coffee reached you, you didn’t care. Why would you? Because, as you rolled onto your back, tangling further into the soft bed covers, you could hear the subtle sounds so much better. You could open your eyelids even further open, and it didn’t feel taxing. 

On most days, it felt as if prying your eyes open was one of the hardest things to do for the day. It felt as if the very weight of the world was weighing them down, asking you to just lay down, to just sleep, little bit more. The darkness, the evil, death and destruction, wasn’t going to disappear any time soon, so what difference would it have made. 

But today, that wasn’t on your mind. Today, all that you saw, was the soft sunlight filtering into the bedroom and dancing over the walls. The empty spot next to you on the bed still felt warm, and as you rolled onto your other side, sinking your nose into the pillow next to you, you could smell the faint, lingering scent of his shampoo still there. And you couldn’t help but feel your lips tugging up. 

Then it reached you again, the smell of coffee, but this time it was accompanied with silent clutter of kitchen utensils. Another smile passed over your lips, and suddenly the bed wasn’t the most inviting thing in the world. Which was why you made your way into the kitchen, and saw the man with blond hair, making breakfast. 

“I see you’re up,” Nanami commented without turning his eyes away from the stove. 

“I didn’t know you have eyes at the back of your head,” you smirked.

“It’s a figure of speech,” he commented while turning the stove off.

“I know,” you chuckled. He really could be so serious the first thing in the morning. But. He was getting into his work-mode. So, it was understandable. “Will you eat with me today?” You asked, knowing that he probably wouldn’t, since he had a schedule to follow. 

“If I did, I’d be late,” he simply commented, “and then I’d have to compensate for that time. I would rather leave from work at the appropriate time.”

You shook your head out of amusement. He was so loyal to his routines, and that was one of the things you loved about him. He never, or, well, almost never, failed to come home as he promised. And he never failed to make sure there was time to balance out the stress and the turmoil of everything wrong with the world. 

So, you made your way across the room and wrapped your arms around his middle from behind, pressing your head against his back. 

“I’ll miss you,” you whispered against him, and with the gentle syllables that fluttered from your lips, you could feel him relaxing under your touch. 

“I’ll miss you too,” he replied, making you squeeze tighter. 

And, at that moment, there was no other place in the world, where you would rather have been. 

[nyam-nanami]

First Kiss

Sukuna yawned, sounding more bored than tired. And suppose it was understandable. Given how long he had been around, and all the things he had seen, he was entitled to be a little bit bored. Being trapped and tugged away for god knows how long would have been enough to drive even the most sane of people to the brink of insanity after all, let alone make them bored. 

“What’s up?” You asked, but only got a shrug from him as a reply. 

He might have been bored, but his attitude about it didn’t exactly help with it. However, he was perfectly capable of expressing himself better, so you decided to not dig further, and let out a shrug of your own. 

His eyes turned to you, as if that would have given him an idea. 

“Let’s kiss,” he quite blatantly told you.

“What?” You asked, unsure of if you had heard him right, but the question only seemed to amuse him as his lips turned into a wide grin.  

“Let’s kiss, maybe cuddle,” he repeated while making his way towards you, still wearing that smug grin of his. “That way we might be able to kill a couple of hours.”

“You mean, you could kill a couple of hours,” you rolled your eyes. 

“Can’t really kiss myself,” he retorted while wrapping his arms around you. “Besides, I want to know how it feels. Don’t you?”

He was right, you had been thinking about it, about kissing him. And he knew that he was right from your silence, and the way your eyes averted from his. 

“You do,” he grinned, and there was something about that smirk, and the way he seemed so sure of himself that it sparked defiance in you. 

“You are an asshole,” you scoffed at him while placing your hands onto his chest.

“And..?” he grinned while leaning closer to you, placing his top set of hands onto your cheeks while still keeping the other two wrapped around your waist. 

“And,” you continued, “you’re my asshole.”

A brief silence, only a couple of seconds long, passed, after which he started laughing as if he had just heard the joke of the century. 

“Wait! I didn’t mean it like that,” you exclaimed while frowning at him, but it didn’t have an effect on him. “Fine,” you scoffed. “Just shut up and kiss me already.”

“Whatever,” he shrugged before leaning even closer to you and pressing his lips against you, while his thumb drew circles over your cheek. The hold of his lips was firm and unwavering, almost stubborn, and as they separated from you, you couldn’t help but  lean back in. He smirked at the action, feeling triumphant. But. He’d have all the time in the world to tease you about coming back for more. Later. 

[nyam-nanami]

Words of Comfort

It all just felt so hard. All of it. All the responsibilities piling up onto you. Every expectation, wish and will of the people around you; other people. Other people. What about what you wanted? What you wished and willed? Shouldn’t it have been so much more meaningful than what others wanted? Yes, it should’ve! But. There you were, sitting outside on a step of stairs, and looking into the distance with a glazed over expression. 

Your posture was slouched forward, and you rested your arms against your knees, trying to think about it all. But as much as you tried, your train of thought remained stationary. It all just had piled up to be too much. Too much, too much, too much. 

But you were so engulfed into your stationary thoughts, that you didn’t notice him walking up to you, even if from behind, and sitting down next to you. 

“Hey,” he began, and as he did, you turned your head to see Eso sitting there, side by side with you. “Tough time, eh?” He asked, keeping his gaze forward. 

“Yeah,” you breathed out while averting your eyes, and looking somewhere into the distance. Just anywhere. It was so hard to face even him. 

“I get it,” he continued, “quite frankly I don’t know where I’d be without my brothers. Because.. they’re my rock. Especially Choso. He’s always looking out for us.”

You listened to him, silently hoping that he was going somewhere with it all, because you didn’t have what he had. You didn’t have anyone who’d always be there for you. Your family was there to just try and push you forward, despite what you yourself wanted. 

“So,” he uttered while wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you against him. “If you need someone to be there. I’ll do that. I might not be Choso, but maybe I can be a bit like him.” He spoke with a melancholic tone, but somewhere, hidden beneath it all, hope flickered, more vibrant and radiant than the sorrows that laid on top. 

And that flicker, no matter how small, it made you smile.  

[nyam-nanami]

First Kiss

Sukuna yawned, sounding more bored than tired. And suppose it was understandable. Given how long he had been around, and all the things he had seen, he was entitled to be a little bit bored. Being trapped and tugged away for god knows how long would have been enough to drive even the most sane of people to the brink of insanity after all, let alone make them bored. 

“What’s up?” You asked, but only got a shrug from him as a reply. 

He might have been bored, but his attitude about it didn’t exactly help with it. However, he was perfectly capable of expressing himself better, so you decided to not dig further, and let out a shrug of your own. 

His eyes turned to you, as if that would have given him an idea. 

“Let’s kiss,” he quite blatantly told you.

“What?” You asked, unsure of if you had heard him right, but the question only seemed to amuse him as his lips turned into a wide grin.  

“Let’s kiss, maybe cuddle,” he repeated while making his way towards you, still wearing that smug grin of his. “That way we might be able to kill a couple of hours.”

“You mean, you could kill a couple of hours,” you rolled your eyes. 

“Can’t really kiss myself,” he retorted while wrapping his arms around you. “Besides, I want to know how it feels. Don’t you?”

He was right, you had been thinking about it, about kissing him. And he knew that he was right from your silence, and the way your eyes averted from his. 

“You do,” he grinned, and there was something about that smirk, and the way he seemed so sure of himself that it sparked defiance in you. 

“You are an asshole,” you scoffed at him while placing your hands onto his chest.

“And..?” he grinned while leaning closer to you, placing his top set of hands onto your cheeks while still keeping the other two wrapped around your waist. 

“And,” you continued, “you’re my asshole.”

A brief silence, only a couple of seconds long, passed, after which he started laughing as if he had just heard the joke of the century. 

“Wait! I didn’t mean it like that,” you exclaimed while frowning at him, but it didn’t have an effect on him. “Fine,” you scoffed. “Just shut up and kiss me already.”

“Whatever,” he shrugged before leaning even closer to you and pressing his lips against you, while his thumb drew circles over your cheek. The hold of his lips was firm and unwavering, almost stubborn, and as they separated from you, you couldn’t help but  lean back in. He smirked at the action, feeling triumphant. But. He’d have all the time in the world to tease you about coming back for more. Later. 

[nyam-nanami]

Morning Coffee

You cracked open your eyes and saw sunlight filtering through the curtains. What had woken you, you didn’t quite know, but as the scent of freshly ground coffee reached you, you didn’t care. Why would you? Because, as you rolled onto your back, tangling further into the soft bed covers, you could hear the subtle sounds so much better. You could open your eyelids even further open, and it didn’t feel taxing. 

On most days, it felt as if prying your eyes open was one of the hardest things to do for the day. It felt as if the very weight of the world was weighing them down, asking you to just lay down, to just sleep, little bit more. The darkness, the evil, death and destruction, wasn’t going to disappear any time soon, so what difference would it have made. 

But today, that wasn’t on your mind. Today, all that you saw, was the soft sunlight filtering into the bedroom and dancing over the walls. The empty spot next to you on the bed still felt warm, and as you rolled onto your other side, sinking your nose into the pillow next to you, you could smell the faint, lingering scent of his shampoo still there. And you couldn’t help but feel your lips tugging up. 

Then it reached you again, the smell of coffee, but this time it was accompanied with silent clutter of kitchen utensils. Another smile passed over your lips, and suddenly the bed wasn’t the most inviting thing in the world. Which was why you made your way into the kitchen, and saw the man with blond hair, making breakfast. 

“I see you’re up,” Nanami commented without turning his eyes away from the stove. 

“I didn’t know you have eyes at the back of your head,” you smirked.

“It’s a figure of speech,” he commented while turning the stove off.

“I know,” you chuckled. He really could be so serious the first thing in the morning. But. He was getting into his work-mode. So, it was understandable. “Will you eat with me today?” You asked, knowing that he probably wouldn’t, since he had a schedule to follow. 

“If I did, I’d be late,” he simply commented, “and then I’d have to compensate for that time. I would rather leave from work at the appropriate time.”

You shook your head out of amusement. He was so loyal to his routines, and that was one of the things you loved about him. He never, or, well, almost never, failed to come home as he promised. And he never failed to make sure there was time to balance out the stress and the turmoil of everything wrong with the world. 

So, you made your way across the room and wrapped your arms around his middle from behind, pressing your head against his back. 

“I’ll miss you,” you whispered against him, and with the gentle syllables that fluttered from your lips, you could feel him relaxing under your touch. 

“I’ll miss you too,” he replied, making you squeeze tighter. 

And, at that moment, there was no other place in the world, where you would rather have been.